The spent spectres vanish
        into the winds of the world
        and only the future spectres
        are left to fly away.
        So now give us more time to love
        before the light runs out,
        for all we dark bound voyagers
        can never live and love again.
        If you are there
        grant us at least this mercy,
        for they say
        we are in your image.

        April 12, 1970